The entire Cast and Production team, and most especially the Writers of Call the Midwife Christmas Special 2018 are self righteous Cunts!

There you are settling down with a mince pie and a glass of port, ready to be treated to a heart warming stroll down memory lane, where the poor were poor and grateful for help received and little miracles occurred to offset the grimness of everyday life.

What do we get? I storyline punctuated by every 2018 pressure group issue.
No NHS beds when you need them.
Apartment building in London.
Immigrants, poor wee loves are Chinese this time.
Oh, you can’t adopt a wee brown baby if you are white!
Expansion of Ethnic Christianity into the space left by the traditional.
Oh. and the old chestnut! Wouldn’t everything be better if women ruled the world! The 2 men left in the series (and a guest father portrayed as a useless cunt) are shown as emotional retards given life by their cuntish women!
There were probably other references that I missed in this load of over-sentimentalised cuntishness.
So, I enter the New Year with a deeper loathing of the BBC cunts and I doubt that’s going to improve anytime soon!

Happy New Year!

Nominated by Alan Hancox

Beat the internet with John Robins

This is a cunt of a show, isn’t it.
What a load of pointless wank, presented by some nomark without any kind of redeeming qualities. His contrived “zaniness” is as entertaining as a wet fart. I feel sorry for his family, who must cringe when he’s on the telly. The contestants have been recruited from some home for spasmos and told to “mong it up”.
I would, however, watch “Beat John Robins with a fucking big iron bar”.
What a cunt of a cunt !

Nominated by Jimmy the spaz

Traffic stragglers, those fucking stupid, selfish, self-important, heads-up-their-arses dickheads who sit in traffic, texting / Whatsapping / Facetiming and don’t fucking move until they realise the vehicle in front of them has moved a mile down the road, or until I, or someone else who is paying attention has given them a well-deserved blast of the horn, are overdue a severe and brutal cunting of the highest magnitude.

I cannot begin to put into words how much I despise these bastards, they make the daily rat-race that is the M1 / A1 Southbound (or whatever your route is) on a weekday morning so much worse than it already is – for everyone.
I see it all the time; some twat constantly looking up and down, tapping away on his phone, or some dopey bitch applying make up in the poxy overhead mirror, or either gender constantly looking behind, waving their arms around trying to control some piece of shit offspring in the back seat.
If it weren’t for them, traffic would disperse a lot quicker, everyone would arrive at their destination earlier than expected and those traffic reports would seldom appear at full, ear-deafening volume from the radio speakers.

It’s bad enough that the erratic Audi and BMW pricks are in abundance, slow / batty-as-fuck Nissan Note / Honda Jazz drivers, oafish van men (complete with Costa Coffee cups and The Sun newspaper on the dashboard), and those fucking xenon lights (if I could anally insert these bulbs into the vehicles’ owners, I would, but that’s for another cunting).

I could be optimistic and say that sooner or later, people will see the errors of their ways, or will have a sudden spark of common sense, and the actions listed above will decrease. But that would mean having a shred of faith in humanity – something which I lost a long time ago.

Nominated by Lord Cuntony

Pearson employees – the driving people not the school exams people – are cunts. I had my theory test last week (failed by ONE FUCKING POINT if anyone’s wondering – redoing it tomorrow Tuesday 4th) and the people running the thing are honestly some of the most unfriendly cunts I have ever come across, who treat you with complete disdain if you ask any questions or need any help with anything – like operating the lockers for example). I know Simpsons references aren’t well liked here but they are genuinely like Patty and Selma out of the DMV in that show.  I know they’re not there to be everyone’s best mate or anything like that but I think it reasonable to at least expect a certain attitude and level of civility from them.

Nominated by OpinionatedCunt

The Boxing Day log is a festive cunt.

I feel as if I have been to one of Elton’s special parties as a guest of Michael Barrymore.

I am trying to contact Dynorod to sort out the plumbing.
Son of Boxing Day log is lurking to prevent any wandering too far afield.
Cunt.

Nominated by Cuntstable Cuntbubble